It seemed as though I had been lying there forever, the lazy warm sun of the Caribbean beating down on my back as I lay in a lounge chair next to one of the many pools at the resort I was staying at. Which pool? I didn't know and, to be honest, I didn't care. As long as the margaritas kept coming and the sun kept baking, I was in Nirvana. Little did I know t...
Steven peered curiously out the small airplane window as the scene below swung into view. Glimmering shamrock-colored islands swam in the topaz colored sea, so clear that he could see the dark coral reefs and sandy shallows of the bottom some three thousand feet beneath the scattered white clouds, drifting lazily through the Caribbean sky. An almost boyish e...
I sat across from Jessica, looking at her through the flames of the fire I'd lit on the beach. This was our first date and she'd suggested camping on the beach for the night in a tent. I'd hired a tent for the weekend not long before she arrived at my place. We'd met on-line in one of the chat rooms. While I'd met many other women in the chat rooms, ther...
It takes a special kind of crazy to be a Starfleet fighter pilot. When a direct hit from a starship's phaser or disruptor banks can kill you in one shot, things can get insane in a hurry. Lieutenant Jason MacKenzie was that kind of crazy, which was the main reason he earned the callsign "Friday". He seemed to have no fear of anything. His former academy in...
Eleven A. M. The phone chirps. Chirps. Chirps. Chirps. Insistent. Like an excerpt from some Hitchcockian nightmare. Jeff struggles up from the depths, irritated, his much-needed sleep disturbed. In the last ten years, sleep has become a precious commodity. He works while sane humanity sleeps. Daylight is for business: banking, shopping, ordering, selling, th...
Feedback is welcome. I suggest you read PART 1 first. We had been down to the naturist beach with my wife's friends and they had had much fun getting myself and another guy naked (and more). Our friends were: Jenny, a posh speaking, tall woman with a super-model physique and her boyfriend Mark who was equally tall with a fit body (he is a personal trainer...
“I want you to take me on a picnic; I want to suck your cock in the park, under the sun.” That is a good way to get my attention. “Do you mean in our local park? Like just down the road?” “Yeah sugar pie; I want your cock to blow that sweet juice so deep into my throat.” Kerry was a certified nudist, knowing that, I never expected that she would like to h...
I lose control one cold rainy night in a North Beach, San Francisco club. * I don't think I'm especially attractive. I mean, walking down the street, I don't sense that strangers turn their heads and look at me and see a beautiful woman. Of course, the way I dress has something to do with that. When I'm out running errands, I wear my hair in a pony tail pu...
We were sitting at Kristin's kitchen table, drinking a morning cup of coffee before getting really into the day's work. When the weather was uncomfortably hot, I would drive the hour or so to my friend's house and share her air conditioning for the day. I always found it so much more pleasant to work without sweat pouring out of me. We're both in our forties...
This story was created with the loving help and the editing skills of looking4it. I want to thank him for all he does for me and all I know we will do for each other in the future. I lay there; face down on the blanket in the sand. The sun is beating against my skin making it glisten with moisture in the bright light. The waves are singing a lullaby as they...